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"Autumn, Summer's Death”
I stand here, looking at the window.389Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXo5dODQCzQ
I see the dried leaves on the trees catching a lift and occasionally kissing the window with a dry dead kiss.
I ponder about the summer and the fun I had.
I remember the laughter then and how real it was, but now just merely echoes in my mind.
As I look out my window and have a bird's eye view of the New England town I live.
Looking down I can see no one walking the streets and the baseball field and park seem abandoned.
The summer brought the crowds and laughter. Now dead, it was like summer never existed.
I stare out above my town and wonder, where did everyone go
It seems like I live in this town alone.
Autumn, Summer's Death is here for sure.
Not long, winter's icy hand will turn the year's end.
I often wonder what the next year brings and if the summer will be as calm and warm as a quilt on the winter solstice.
Longer nights and colder days are ahead of us. I look skyward and see a storm brewing in the distance.
Old grey and foggy, are the things that haunt my mind's corridors
I know without a doubt, summer's dead.
Like the people who died and were buried in the cemetery next door.
It feels like someone will say Summer's name one last time and never will be spoken again.
If I close my eyes and hibernate, summer will return.
I know that will not happen as I must work and dream of a warm summer day.
I know summer is dead and autumn is its epitaph.
Here lies Summer from June 1st to August 31st, 1971.
Rest in peace, you will be resurrected and you will live again.
Goodbye, summer I will dream of you this autumn. Your death came so swiftly and quickly.
You have not been forgotten, as I stand here at my window and ponder about you.
As a long lost friend, I barely knew.
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